Nasty C - Soft ft. Usimamane
South African rapper Nasty C teams up with Usimamane on Soft, a smooth yet hard‑hitting track that blends swagger with melodic finesse.
The song brims with sharp flows and catchy hooks, as the duo channels themes of confidence, lifestyle, and the allure of success. Their chemistry balances grit with smooth delivery, making the track both commanding and easy to vibe with.
Anchored by lush beats and layered harmonies, the production shines with the pulse of Hip‑Hop, while weaving in the bounce of Trap and the smooth textures of R&B.
Infused with this trio — Hip‑Hop, Trap, R&B — Soft lands as a stylish anthem built to showcase Nasty C’s versatility and Usimamane’s flair.
Nasty C - Soft ft. Usimamane
Soft Lyrics:
[Chorus: Nasty C]
Workin' hard just to live soft, soft
So I could be like Rick Ross, Boss
Ice, Ice, need a defrost, frost
Shinin' so hard and my bitch too hard
But her bunda, soft, soft
And she make it wet like, voss, voss
And my V12 exhaust, cough (Vroom-vroom)
Sleepin' with a blicky and a cross (Boom-boom-boom)
[Verse 1: Nasty C]
M and M's in my account
Ain't nothin' shady, the sun is out (So)
They gonna pay me, it’s not a maybe
They will obey me, I’m not a motherfuckin' clown (I'm the goat)
I’m the one that represent my home town
My diamonds pink, my .45 brown
Dream chaser, I ain’t slowin' down now
Nigga, I need a jet with a big ass lounge
[Chorus: Nasty C]
So I’m workin' hard just to live soft, soft (Just to live soft, soft)
So I could be like Rick Ross, Boss (Rozay)
Ice, Ice, need a defrost, frost (Ice, Ice, need a de-, yeah)
Shinin' so hard and my bitch too hard
But her bunda, soft, soft
And she make it wet like, voss, voss
And my V12 exhaust, cough (Vroom-vroom)
Sleepin' with a blicky and a cross (Boom-boom-boom)
[Verse 2: Usimamane]
Hopped out a auto V sport
Chain dancin' up and down ishay' ivosho
Whip lookin' like a frog but it's a horse (Porsche)
Bouta shit on my opps, on my mama azobhosh'
Used to be broke, didn't have no dough, ain't had no money to record
Days gone, owe it to my mama, we ain't poor
Countin' up racks ngiy'ndlala phansi wanted closure
For all them years and I was sleepin' on the a floor, name Kultsha
[Chorus: Nasty C]
Workin' hard just to live soft, soft (Just to live soft, soft)
So I could be like Rick Ross, Boss (Rozay)
Ice, Ice, need a defrost, frost (Ice, Ice, need a de-, yeah)
Shinin' so hard and my bitch too hard
But her bunda, soft, soft
And she make it wet like, voss, voss
And my v12 exhaust, cough (Vroom-vroom)
Sleepin' with a blicky and a cross (Boom-boom-boom)
